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Life with Levi
Man of the House
By Amanda Rodeheffer-Olson
Assistant Editor
This past weekend, my husband Aaron went out of town for Advocare
Success School in Dallas, Texas, which meant that me and Levi were home
by ourselves from Thursday night until Sunday.
When Daddy left on Thursday, I told Levi that he was the man of the
house for the weekend.
And he took full advantage of the situation.
He made sure to make as many messes as possible, and flush the toilet
in Daddy’s absence. He also tried to help Mommy clean, but that just
backfired since Levi’s idea of cleaning isn’t the same as Mommy’s.
We watched movies, and Levi did his best to keep Mommy entertained
while Daddy was away.
Speaking of movies, we watched Wall-E probably six times or so. Four
times on Saturday alone.
And so that Mommy wouldn’t be sad, Levi decided to keep Mommy
distracted by not listening to a word Mommy said. All weekend.
I would tell him no, and he would do whatever it was anyway. I would
ask him to do something, and he would ignore me. I would tell him to
stop throwing things, and he would just throw them higher or farther,
depending on the situation.
Now, I’m used to this behavior most of the time, because after all he
is a little boy, and I’ve noticed that he tends to listen to others
better than to his own parents.
I’ve been told by other parents that this is typical, but of course no
less frustrating.
The highlight of the weekend by far was on Friday evening when Levi
realized that Daddy still wasn’t home.
He looks at me, and then points at the front door saying something that
sounded slightly like, “Where’s Daddy?”
I gently reminded him that Daddy went “byes” as Levi says.
From there, there was a long stream of “words” though I’m not really
sure what most of it was. But he was fired up about it.
From what I could make out, the rant went something like this…
“Daddy go. Daddy go byes. Daddy vroom! Vroom! (Vroom generally means
car to Levi) Go byes. Daddy go. Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!”
So from all of this I gathered that he was unhappy about Daddy “going
byes.”
The cutest part of it all was that he kept pointing at the front door,
waving his little arms, then pointing at the front picture window and
vrooming, stomping his little feet and even jumping up and down.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Which only got him more fired up. And made
me laugh even more.
I even got him to repeat his little performance for my sister on
Saturday night. I was telling her about it, and he started in again. It
was great.
Whatever Levi was mad about is evidently over now that Daddy is home,
because they are once again the best of friends.
But Daddy may want to think twice about ever going away for a weekend
again.
He may have to feel Levi’s “wrath” when he finally gets home.
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